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That I have not forgotten about either of my stories. School started here last week and it has been insane! I promise once things calm down, I'll be posting new chapters.  This is literally the first chance I've had to post on here since the last chapter was posted. So sorry! I'll be back soon though! =)

Bridgette - Chapter Two: Why Would I Tell You?

 

There he is! And thank goodness Waverly isn’t with him!  Four whole classes passed before I was able to see Carson without Waverly hanging all over him.  It was eating me alive that he hadn’t told me that they were dating.  I was his best friend! How dare he not tell me!

As I approached him I loudly blurted out “Carson Davila, you’ve got some explaining to do!” I may have said it a little too loudly since most people turned around to look at us.

 

 

“What’s up with you Bridge?” He acted slightly annoyed at me drawing attention to us but I didn’t care.  As far as I was concerned, he was the one causing all the drama dating that annoying girl.

 

 

“Don’t Bridge me. How is it that you’ve had a girlfriend for several weeks but didn’t bother to tell your best friend?  Am I not good enough to share such information with now? I mean what the hell Carson! What the frig? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were ashamed of her. Afraid of what people will say about you dating “The Voice.”

 

 

“Good grief Bridge! Don’t be so dramatic! And for crying out loud, quite down. Half the school’s looking at us.” Carson lowered his voice, hoping that I would follow suit. I knew I had him right where I wanted.

 

 

“Fine; I’ll calm down if you tell me what the blazes is going on in that crazy head of yours.”

 

 

“I don’t get why it’s such a big deal Bridge. It’s like we said earlier; we ran into each other near the end of the summer and hung out for a little bit. We went out a couple of times and realized that we had some things in common. So we’re dating.  People do it all the time.”

 

 

“Yeah, but best friends are supposed to tell each other everything and you didn’t tell me. That’s what I’m pissed about.”

 

 

“I didn’t tell you because I wanted to avoid this from happening.”

“What?! What is “this” that you’re talking about. I’m pissed at you for not telling me. You could have avoided that by telling me about the two of you.”

“Really. . . really, Bridge? So you have no problems with her? You’re not acting this way because of any problems you might have with her?” This was when I hated that he knew me so well.

 

 

“Well. . . I’d be lying if I said I was thrilled that you were dating “The Voice”. . .”

 

 

“Bridge, stop calling her that.” He had the most serious look on his face. He had just two months ago referred to her as “The Voice” and now he was telling me to stop.

“Whatever, Carson.  Not too long ago, you yourself called her that so don’t give me any crap about it. I’m just trying to figure out why the sudden change in your view of her that led to dating her, oh yeah, and then to you not telling me about it.”

 

 

“Look, Bridge. It’s like I said, we talked, got to know each other better, and have been on several dates. I’m sorry if you’re upset that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t want things to be awkward between us, especially after what happened earlier this summer.”

At the mention of that summer, I took a step back. Any mention of the summer brought back memories of Mom being in the hospital and the feelings I had when it seemed like we might lose her. I didn’t know if there ever would come a time that I would think back on that summer without automatically being taken back to that hospital and living through those moments again.

“Why are you  bringing up what happened with Mom? You know how hard it is for me to think about that?”

 

 

“That’s not what I’m talking about Bridge. I’m talking about us; what happened between us this summer.”

“What do you mean? We talked about how we felt and we both decided to be just friends.”

He looked at me and I knew that the can of beans had been opened again. I didn’t understand why this was a reoccurring issue with us. We had talked about it and agreed; but now he was telling me that it wasn’t okay.

“Carson, just spill it. I’m sick of dealing with this over and over again. We talk about it, everything seams good, and then months later I find out it isn’t. So just tell me.”

 

“I did what I thought I needed to do for you. I always put my feelings aside for you. It’s never about how I feel; and that’s okay cause that’s what friends do. But now that I finally moved on, you have an issue with who it is or that I didn’t tell you. Why would I tell you, you never want to hear how I’ve felt before, so why would you care about me having feelings for someone else. So yeah, I have a girlfriend and it’s someone you don’t care for. Maybe for once, you should do what friends do and put your feelings aside for me, your best friend.”

 

 

With that he swiftly turned around and stormed down the hall.

I had never seen anything like it. Carson Davila had just told me off. I saw several people look at me and whisper. I decided it was probably better to get away and started walking to my next class. As I walked I tried to make sense of what Carson had said to me.

“I’m talking about us, what happened between us. . .”  Nothing happened between us. That’s what was confusing me. We talked about how we felt and BOTH decided to stay friends.  Nothing about this statement made sense to me.

 

 

“I did what I needed to do for you. . .” That’s because he was the greatest best friend in the world! And I always appreciated him for it.

 

 

“I always put my feelings aside for you. It’s never about how I feel. . .” Did he really think I was such a bad friend?  He really wasn’t thinking about my feelings just then. . .

 

 

“Why would I tell you, you never want to hear how I’ve felt before. . .Maybe for once you should do what friends do and put your feelings aside for me, your best friend.”  Out of everything he said to me, this hurt the most. I knew he was right and I needed to get over how I felt about Waverly but did he really think that I didn’t want to hear how he felt? I just didn’t understand what he was trying to tell me. But I figured the least I could do was apologize and try to get along with Waverly.

 

I went through the rest of the school day in a fog.  At one point my English teacher scolded me for daydreaming. I wish I had been daydreaming! It was more like a nightmare.

 

 

 

 

 

As the minutes on the clock ticked by during my last class, I got more and more anxious to make it out to the parking lot in hopes of catching Carson.  I watched the second hand go ever so slowly around as the last minute of the most horrible first day of senior year went past.  At the sound of the bell, I darted out from my seat and out the door. In no time I was in the parking lot, looking for Carson.

I saw Charlie and Kate walk out and go towards my car. “Come on Bridge! Kate wants me to help her train to try out for the cross country team.  We need to get home.”

 

 

“Just a minute, I need to talk to Carson for a second.” Right as I said it I spotted him walking out the door. I started running towards him when I caught sight of Waverly with him. Oh great, how am I going to do this with her around? As I got closer to them Waverly saw me walking towards them and moved closer to Carson.

 

 

“Hey Carson. . .Waverly.” I was trying with her, but it was still hard to be civil to her. “Carson, can I talk to you for a second.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Sure.”

 

 

I looked back and forth between them “I. . .um. . .kind of meant alone.”

 

 

Waverly gave a smile that was a little too sweet and said “Sure. I’ll meet you at the car Carson.”

 

 

We watched as she walked away and then Carson turned to me. “What do you want Bridgette?” At the sound of him using my full name, I cringed. He never called me Bridgette.

 

 

“I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am. You were right, I’ve been thinking only of myself and how I felt about Waverly. I didn’t want to listen to how you felt about her. I’ve been a horrible best friend.”

 

 

He looked at me with an expression I didn’t understand, it was sadness and hopelessness. He gave a heavy sigh “Bridge, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He turned and walked toward his car.

 

 

I watched him walk away and wasn’t quite sure whether or not things were better between us.  Hopefully he wasn’t still mad at me.

 

 

“Bridge! Let’s go!” Charlie yelled across the parking lot.

 

 

“I’m coming! Keep your pants on!”

 

 

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I promise to have a chapter for this story up tomorrow. But in the meantime, here's a link to first chapter of Jefferson's story:

Chapter One: Like Any Other Day

Hope you enjoy it! Thanks again for reading!

Update

Hi everyone,

I recently started having issues with my game and I think I've now figured it out. Just wanted to let you know that I haven't forgotten about posting. I'm trying my hardest to get Jeff's first chapter done and then I'll work on Bridge's second chapter.  Sorry for the slight delay!  Thanks again for reading!

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Bridgette - Chapter One: The Voice

“Charlie! Jeff! Come on! We’re going to be late!” It was the first day of school and the guys were already going to make us late.  Why can’t guys be on time for anything? I’m always waiting for them.

You’d think it would be the other way around since I was a girl; and yet, I could do my hair and makeup in faster time than it took Charlie and Jeff to get ready. I never understood what took them so long. Were they primping in front of the mirror? Checking themselves out in it? Sitting on their lazy butts? Who knew, but I was the one always waiting on them.

I heard running coming from the upstairs hallway and the then the sound of them barreling down the stairs.

“Chill out Bridge! We’ll be fine.” Charlie tried to reassure me.  I knew we wouldn’t be late but if I didn’t harp on them who knows how long they’d take.

“I’ll chill out once you two are in the car and we’re on our way to school.” I looked over at Jeff “Are you ready for your first day of high school?”

“Yeah. You make it sound like it’s a big deal.  It’s just high school.”

“Just high school?” The sound of Mom’s voice startled us. “Aren’t you the least little bit excited?”

“I guess, maybe a little bit.”

“He’s just trying to play it cool.” Charlie ruffled Jeff’s hair.

“Whatever. Guys we better get going.” I nagged.

“Have a good day at school!” Mom called out to us.

We had decided that I would drive us to school since my car could fit three people better than Charlie’s truck.  Last year for our sixteenth birthday Mom and Dad had gotten us each our own car. Charlie had always wanted a truck like Dad’s but I was just happy to have a smaller car. 

I suppose some people thought we were spoiled since we each got a car for our birthday.  It was true that since Mom had been a successful movie composer and dad had made a good living as a rodeo rider and then horse rancher that we weren’t lacking financially.  But we were never just handed stuff. It was great that our parents did things and got us stuff but we never expected it or, heaven forbid, demand it. 

As we neared the school I could feel my heart beat faster.  It was a beautiful, sunny day in Appaloosa Plains. We had driven to school with the windows down so as I pulled into the parking lot, we could hear all the excitement that goes along with the first day of school.  It was always fun to watch people when we returned to school.  Some people would jump around excited that they got to hang out with their friends;  some had a more casual, laidback approach and stood around talking; and even a few looked like their life was about to end, like going to school was a death sentence.  I was usually in the more laidback crowd. Most everyone I was friends with I had hung out with during the summer so it wasn’t a huge deal that we were seeing each other.  Still, I was a little more excited this time around since this was mine and Charlie’s senior year. There was just something more special about it.

I parked the car and the three of us got out. We stood there looking at the building for a minute taking in the sights around us.  Charlie was the first to speak.

“So you gonna be okay, Jeff?  You know getting around and finding things? We’ll be around so you can ask one of us if you need something.”

“Dude, I appreciate it but I’ll be fine.  I’m supposed to meet Star inside the front doors anyway.  Not a huge deal.” With that he walked on ahead of us and up the stairs to the front doors.

Charlie looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders. Jeff was. . . well. . . Jeff.  He kept things pretty close to the vest, unless it was with Star. I was pretty sure he told her everything.

Charlie and I started walking up the stairs to enter the building. I heard several people here and there say hello to Charlie and I and we waved and smiled. We knew that there were several people inside waiting for us so we made our way quickly inside.

As we entered the doors, I caught a glimpse of Jeff by the freshman locker area with Star and some of their other friends. 

From what I gathered, Jeff was a pretty popular guy.  There always seemed to be girls around him hoping that he would notice them, but Jeff almost seemed oblivious to it.  He seemed to be okay so I turned my attention over to the senior locker area.  Right as I turned my head I heard Carson.

“Bridge! Charlie! Over here!” I looked over and saw Carson standing with a group of people.

Charlie’s and my childhood friend Kate was there and so were two of our other friends Julia, and Trent.  Carson and Kate were my two best friends. Kate had always been Charlie and my friend . Our moms were friends and we were born within a day of each other.  It was just the three of us until we reached high school; then I met Carson. We had a biology class together and we ended up being lab partners that year. He kept me cracking up the whole time. We got in trouble multiple times for goofing off instead of doing work. Carson introduced us all to Julia and Trent, friends of his from his childhood.  Between the six of us, we made an interesting group.

As we walked closer to them I looked again at Carson.  Somewhere during our junior year, I started getting the feeling that Carson was starting to like me.  Which I found strange, not because he was weird or anything like that, just because he was a guy who might have been interested in me. That just didn’t happen very often to me.  Guys were friendly but very few took any interest in me. So when I started thinking that Carson’s feelings were changing toward me, I freaked out a little. When Mom almost died after giving birth to our baby sister, Scarlett during the summer, I had reached my stress limit. Carson and I sat down and talked about what was going on between us and we decided that it would be best for our friendship that we didn’t date. So things were back to normal between us.

 Charlie and I reached them and we all started talking about our senior year.

“Can you guys believe this is it?!” Carson asked “After this year we’re going to be adults.”

“Well, some of us will be.” Charlie kidded him.

“Hey, did Jeff make it in okay?” Kate asked

“Yeah, he of course acted like it wasn’t a big deal that it was his first day of high school. You know him.” I replied.

“Remember our first day? I thought I was going to throw up.” Julia never held back when she explained things.

“You almost did, didn’t you?” Trent asked.

Julia was about to answer when we all heard “the voice” behind us.  It wasn’t just me who called it “the voice,” it was everyone. Not because it was the voice of an angel or a pleasant thing to hear, but because it was the most annoying voice on the planet. It belonged to Waverly Crawford.

She had the most whinny voice I had ever heard and her personality wasn’t much better. She always wanted to hang out with us and while we were nice to her, she just wasn’t someone we usually associated with.

“Oh! There you all are!” She called out to us. Charlie and I turned around and I couldn’t help but think to myself how if only she had a nicer voice and personality, she might be tolerable. She was pretty but then again, not too bright.

“Oh hey there Waverly!  Glad you found us!” We all turned around shocked, looking at who had addressed her. It was Carson.

“Well of course I found you. You’re right where you told me you’d be.” Wait, what?! He told her to meet us here? Is he smoking something?!

“Umm. . .Hey Waverly did you have a great summer?” I was trying to be polite, but really, I could have cared less what her answer was. I was trying to figure out what possessed Carson to invite her to hang out with us.

“Oh it was great!” She said in her high shrilly voice. “Especially the times I got to spend with Carson.”

At this point I knew my jaw was on the ground. I looked around and everyone else’s was too. Carson Davila spent time with her? The same girl who just a couple months ago, the sound of her voice caused him to cringe?

“You.. .I’m sorry. . .Did you say you and Carson hung out this summer?” Charlie asked.

“Well, I’d say we did more than hung out,” She put her arm around his waist and to my surprise he put his around hers. “We’re actually dating.”

I swear, I thought I was going to have a moment straight out of Gone With the Wind. I could feel myself ready to faint like Scarlett O'hara.

“You’re dating?!” I loudly blurted out. I couldn’t help. Was I still at home dreaming? That had to be it.

“Yeah, we ran into each other during the summer and started talking more.  We just started dating a couple weeks ago.” Carson explained.

 A couple weeks ago?! He’s had a girlfriend for a couple weeks but didn’t bother to tell me, his best friend?!

“Well, I promised Waverly I’d walk her to class, see you all later!” Carson declared and then he and Waverly walked off hand in hand together.

I stood there for a minute trying to come to grips with what had just happened. How the hell did they get together and why hasn’t he told me about them? The next time I see him he’s got some explaining to do.

“Hey, Bridge, you okay?” Kate put her hand on my arm.

 I looked up and realized that everyone was looking at me. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? We all better get going since first period is about to start.”

We all started walking to our classes. People all around me were laughing and talking excitedly. I was vaguely aware of them though; I was in my own little world.  I was upset over Carson and Waverly. He was dating her. I couldn’t get past it; at least that what I made myself believe was wrong. As I walked into Calculus all the excitement I had felt about it being my senior year had left. Instead, it was replaced with a knot in my stomach and a feeling of dread for what was to come the rest of the year.